Monday, September 29, 2003

The after-effects of the high school reunion are beginning to hit me. The actual reunion was fun for me. But the onset of the gushing high school memories flooding through my head has not been so pleasant. I wish I could remember only the good parts, like flagline practice, the Key Club haunted house, sleepovers and laughing with the yearbook staff. But it's amazing how the crap can stick with you over so many years.

The worst was this....fighting, every minute of the day, to see reality while surviving high school. Being told, though not with words necessarily, that a different crowd is better than you. You know it's not true. But they don't. And they may never know. Therein lies the frustration.